"Well, you know."

A Russian Roulette sprung in a sherbet bang in the end of this week. But the bullets didn't start ripping until yesterday, only the zip guns and the revolvers got the willies this Thursday. Friday was just the nitroglycerin-induced victim of it all.

Yesterday, a bang that condemned an explosion as big as a tri-state pulled in the dust. First up, the release of Dallas #4! I still couldn't download/buy it yet. They don't have it on the shelves here in the Philippines, and they don't have it on the grapevine yet, but I can definitely wait. What a beauty it will be.

Second to kill the factory, a church devotional at CSWCD. A great one too, I must add. Their analogy of Herod's multiple consequences of his cruel heart were just outstanding. A favorite, also mainly because the message was given by the dad of a friend of mine, and he had John Lennon glasses. Yowza, man. And this guy who gave the message (George, I must call him) is also the groom in the wedding anniversary I shall be taking photos and designing all the plans out for.

And the result that killed about two-thirds of the whole tri-state ka-blam--Mr. Special Somebody.

I didn't even expect him to be there, I mean, he was just wearing his awesome usual clothes, with his cool bag and his cool laptop and his cool glasses, and smiling like I usually see in Gee, but it came from... this boy. And he was just so calm and cool and all that, and after a hug, after a comment on how awesome his desktop on his laptop was (Batman logo, for the win indeed), I got to sit with him and his sister (a very good friend of mine) and shared laughs and side comments along with George's message.

It's just...he was someone I never not even in my wildest ideas, thought of him during the entire devo. I never expected him to even last for a minute there, but he stayed for four hours. With me.

And...well, even if he does consider me now, and I now know he does, as at least a little friend, to smile at him and be the little kid who just looks at him, like another big brother. He'll know someday he's special to me. He always was, even when he didn't know me and even when I didn't know him. It was a plan for me to love, and it will be a plan for him to know.

And the wildcard of the day, the tri-bomb topped with a dimpled cherry for all to smother in, American Idol, Season 8, episode 14 and its chocolate cream and strawberry sprinkles exploding in flavors of Adam Lambert, Allison Iraheta, Kris Allen, Megan Corkerey and Norman Gentle/Nick Mitchell.

Adam Lambert--definitely a heart-breaking machine, this boy. When I first heard Satisfaction, my dad and I hated the song and treated it as forgettable and an erroneous addition to the dossier of The Rolling Stones' popular songs. Such an infamous song turned into a swoon-fest when Adam switched and spurred it from its cobwebs to galvanized silver.

And... well, as wrong as this may sound, he became extremely... as weird as this may come from me... sexy, in ways more than one. And I don't mean by just the voice. I've bought the voice, now if I'm talking body-wise, oh man... I could just go all day being in ka-hoots, man. Seriously. Whew hoo. Wolf-whistle, anyone?

And Allison Iraheta. I was the most surprised from her this week, I never thought someone this good, that good, could not even be mentioned or featured in any past Idol episode! She was brilliant, against Heart's Alone, one of my favorite songs. Heart is just one of those female bands I have to love. No other female band (except for Alecia Moore, but she's just a one-man... woman) has countered them. No other female band has been able to top their monster songs, they're brilliant, Allison is brilliant. I hope she definitely makes it to a very latter part of the end.

Way to outsmart the day, Thursday. Friday was more subtle, not much screaming and hyperactive indulgence as the day before, but it was a good, blessed day. All work was done, the death of the day has gone, and the birth of the sun and the Saturday will come. All in a rhyme's work.